Concussion

Concussion

I remember the first one.
I think. A kickoff 
(I was only on special teams,
for which I’m proud),
after the whistle, 
I got blindsided, 
de-cleated,
airborne.
Next
thing I knew Coach
Chance was shoving smelling
salts through my face
mask into my nose
saying, “Say 
what.” “What?” 
“You’re ok.”